It wasn't a calculated tactic and it wasn't just a cold, strategic distraction. The second my lips met hers, the pretext vanished into thin air. The desperate, aching desire I’d been shoving down for months erupted, taking over entirely.
A deep growl rumbled in my throat as I deepened the kiss because I was starving for her, because her softness against me was a drug I had been dying to taste, because every nerve ending in my body burned with the reality that she was here, in my arms, and opening up to me.
The distraction had simply been the excuse I needed to do what I had been dying to do all along.
I leaned my head back against the headrest, closing my eyes as a rough, frustrated sigh escaped my chest. I opened my eyes and looked in the rearview mirror, my expression dark in the dim
